Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Recollections of 1970's dental appointments bring to mind thoughts of oral torture chambers infused with odours of stale gas anaesthesia and the flatulence of nervous patients. Visits in which you'd open your mouth for treatment which'd be closely followed by a pain induced "Aaaaarrrrggghhh" - As opposed to the much calmer "Ah" associated with GP... Continue Reading →
I'm a terrible hoarder. Several cardboard boxes in my loft contain the likes of my first ever payslip as a 16 year old, an old pair of my late grandad's driving gloves, five decades of football memorabilia and a Fanny Craddock menu for clams cuisine. These articles are of such little use to anyone that... Continue Reading →
Recent sleep deprivation appears to be starting to take its toll on yours truly. My energy levels have dwindled to such an extent that I can’t even be bothered to bang on my kitchen window and shout “Stop digging up my borders! Go crap in your own garden!” ….. My neighbour Mike is getting worse... Continue Reading →